"Cameron Ann Morgan, you have been selected for a mission. Your presence is requested tomorrow at eight o'clock sharp for a mission debriefing. Good luck," the computer voice said, and with a click it was gone. I snapped my phone shut and a smile spread across my face, but I quickly concealed it.
My name's Cameron Ann Morgan (as you probably already know), preferably Cammie, and I am a secret agent for the CIA.
At age twenty one, I had just graduated from The Gallagher Academy, a school for young girl spies, one year ago. I have hazel eyes, long, light brown hair, tan skin, soft facial features, and a long, slender body. When I was younger, I was able to completely blend in, hence my nickname "The Chameleon." I have a harder time blending in now, though; because it's harder to overlook my attention-grabbing face (all my friends say time has been good to me).
I pulled my thick, light brown hair into a messy ponytail as a feeling of excitement spread through me. I was going to go on a mission! I hadn't been on one mission for the CIA yet (even though I'd only been working there for a year).
I made a cup of hot tea and sat down in my dining room. I wondered who my mission partner would be. I glanced at the clock. It was nine o'clock pm. Standing up straight, I put my cup on the table and went to my room and got undressed.
After a quick shower, I got into a camisole and short-shorts and crawled into my bed and set my alarm clock for seven o'clock, and then drifted off.
"Cameron Ann Morgan," I said clearly into the machine. Before I could enter the building, I had to be checked to make sure I wasn't an imposter. I waited as the machine then scanned my eyes and fingerprints.
"Thank you, Agent Morgan. Enter," a robotic voice said and the doors slid open.
It was a chilly spring morning. My tan jacket and black skinny jeans and high-heeled boots weren't doing a good job of keeping the coldness out. I walked in briskly, my boots echoing with every step. There was a secretary at the end of the lobby who looked up as I approached her.
"Agent Morgan?" she questioned, giving me an emotionless stare. I nodded sharply and she typed rapidly into her computer. She stopped, paused, and glanced at me again. "You're requested in Room 302. Third floor, you should be able to find it. Good luck." With that, she began typing again.
With a confused expression, I wandered back to the center of the lobby. The place was very nice – marble walls and a glass ceiling that let in a nice amount of light. To the right side of the lobby was an escalator, so I headed towards that. I got to the third floor and passed a few closed doors before seeing three golden numbers: 302. I held out my hand to knock but hesitated out of nerves. Bracing myself, I knocked three times.
A shadow shifted behind the peephole, letting me know someone was looking out. "That's your partner," a muffled voice said. So, there were at least two people in the room. A lock clicked and the door swung open. Inside was a dark room with two computers and three chairs, one facing the other two. There was someone in the other chair, but their back was to me.
"Good morning, Agent Cameron Ann Morgan," the man who opened the door said, holding out his hand.
"Cameron Ann Morgan?" a familiar voice said, sounding extremely surprised, and it all hit me. The person in the other chair whipped around, his eyes showing a look of shock identical to mine.
It was Zachary Goode.
Okay, that's my first chapter! I would really appreciate Rate & Reviews, but if you don't, it's fine. I'll keep updating!
If you read my Author's Pre Note, I said that I would put up all of the story right now. Sadly, my computer's not loading my documents properly so I'm stuck right now. As soon as it starts working, I'm putting up the rest of my work.
Next Chapter: Cammie and Zach get their mission information and covers. Cammie and Zach have a short chat before bad memories get the best of Cammie and she walks away from Zach. The next morning they're on their way to England, where their mission takes place.